The sound of hooves on the flagstones of Adeeva Pramath’s farm brought her sharply awake. The centaur rose to her hooves, her gentle fingers soothing her two colts at her side as they stirred. The centaur mare extricated herself from the stall and stepped out...

Heather Blackthorne woke screaming, in luxury. Daylight cast a gentle blue-gray glow across her bed sheets as Heather clutched her covers to her face. A sob tore through her, scorching the fine cloth beneath her eyes. Her mind floated above her emotions as her body...

The road winding up to the paper mill crossed over a small river. Ramdas held up his hand, and then beckoned his knights forward. They had nearly fifty in their company, white tabards and steel armor streaming through the woods. Persephone rode atop Ramdas’s...

The man calling himself Daniel DuCroix leaned against the wooden wall of the ship’s cabin, wiping sweat and wash-water from his face. His eyes clenched tightly shut against the dizziness, and he swayed on his feet, and nearly toppled again. Closing his eyes...

The reliquary of La Chiesa di Ánima Alektos was haunted, or so the crueller rumours ran. Within drifted a shattered apparition, grotesque, that hid its shame from the world beneath a gray, misshapen hood. A spectre whose very passing chilled the air and left a trail...